“Mordred!” She spun around, grinning. Quickly she appraised him before nodding in approval. “I asked the boys to saddle our horses for us. Does anyone know where we’re going?”
He shivered slightly, feeling very out of place without his armour and chainmail. “No, they don’t, they didn’t need to,” he tells her, walking forward to take the basket from her.
“But you’re so concerned that you bring your sword?” she laughed. “I’ve left word. Someone should know, if you’re needed. It’s sure I won’t be.” Summer picked up the rug and cushions, carrying them inside to her mare and strapping them on.